Currently, there is a man wandering the streets of San Pedro Sula, Honduras.

He goes by the name of "S", since his parents never named him, or loved him for that manner.

S was born on August the 11th, 1987, in Rio Chamalecon, Mexico. He was caucasian because his parents were just tourists. S was a little different to the other babies. For one, he had the cheshire cat of smiles, he also had a crooked nose, that looked like it had been broken inside the womb.

S's parents didn't like him at all, and as soon as the mother saw S's face, she frowned, and was so disgusted that she wanted to spit on his face. Which is why the mother didn't bother to name him.

His father didn't think of him as much either, he thought as him like a fly, annoying and small.

As soon as S arrived at his parents home, the mother didn't even let S inside, she just left him on the doorstep, and you know how curious babies are, so he wandered through the streets.

He wandered off for days, and after days of crawling, he ended up in San Pedro Sula, he wandered the streets, eating food scraps off the dirty streets.

Eventually, he learned to walk and talk, and even found some old clothes. And by age ten, he looked for shelter, but he was unsuccessful.

It was only when he was 20 years old that something exciting happened in his life, when he walked up to a fellow hobo who was just in an alleywasy, who was keeping warm by a fire in a barrel, as he was only wearing a black hoodie, and torn jeans, with broken shoes.


S was stripped down to a wrapper around his... you know.

S asked if he could share the fire, but he was rudely rejected with by being pushed away. The man rambled on in mexican, but S could not understand.

Enraged, S grabbed the man by the neck, and pushed his face right into the fire, melting his face off. S was pleased.

After the mans face had melted, S stripped him down, and stole his clothes.

His eyes were incredibly bloodshot from staring into the fire, to the point that they were just red dots.

S then pulled what was left of the man away from the fire by then sholder, his dripping flesh on his fingers.

Disgusted at first, S tried the drips off, but he hadn't eaten anything in ages, and one thing led to another, and the next you know, the man was just a skeleton.

"Today, i will no longer be just an namless hobo, i will be called S!" S shouted.

S grabbed a large shard of glass off the floor, and went hunting... for food.
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